Death confronts us not unlike the historical battle scene that hangs on the wall of the classroom. It is our task to obscure or quite obliterate the picture by our deeds while we are still in this world.

Nothing, you know, gives the body greater satisfaction than ordering people about, or at least believing in one's ability to do so.

Ours is a lost generation, it may be, but it is more blameless than those earlier generations.

I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

If this is what you came for, then I didn't send for you. Kafka (note to himself in journal)

Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.